The Temporal now FREE
“Donata desu ka?—Who are you?”
Her long-fingered hand darted up with grace, grabbing air as if she could touch the visage of the man standing in front of her in her dream.
She only required five or ten minutes of sleep daily and yet this dream had continued for over half an hour. She had already kicked off the top futon and her head was far from the pillow. Sweat dripped from her brow.